Silly

After I finished crying my heart out because of your letter, my brain finally came back when I realized the time you posted it. If you were here right now, I would bonk you on the head a few times, hard, to revenge. Seriously I love you but I’m also so mad at you sometimes.

I already told you not every word people say has ten hidden meanings behind it. And yet you still love overthinking like it’s your FT job. I know that my attitude affects your feelings a lot. And today I really tasted the consequences of that.

Once Monday I was happily chatting with someone, and then you arrived. I jokingly said, my boss is here, I'd better get back to work. Right after that, I could feel the coldness in the air. Later on I found out you were super sad because I wasn’t there on Monday anymore.

And whenever I have time with you, you’re all cheerful and full of sunshine again.

But today, just because I said every day is your “party day.” The second those words slipped out of my mouth, I knew something was wrong. And yeah, we ended up with your heartbreaking letter. I cried a lot, okay? Now I’m too tired to explain why I cried. But I know that you thought I didn’t care about your feelings while you were hurting, struggling and confused, you were so, so disappointed.

Honestly, maybe it’s even better that you pulled away, better if I just stay quiet … it’d make things easier for you.

But I have to say this: while I love your delicate and profound, it also tends to assume the worst. And I don’t want you stuck in that endless loop of negativity forever. I care about you too much to watch that happen.

Anyway, whatever it is, bon voyage!